#trying hard to destress during finals

[itsmxbee]

Playing dragon age inquisition and yall when I tell you I almost started crying when mother Giselle began singing?! THE THEME SONG?! Actual chills

[lore-smaus]

«I DON'T SPEAK TACO BELL» FT. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Shoko, Choso, Toji, Sukuna.

Summary: You so casually yell at them in Spanish and they have no clue how to act.

Tags: crackhead energy, cursing duh, translation for the one who can't understand duh!, freaky characters, this one is slightly connected to some smau lore lmao

A/N: Im done here. I had too much fun making this @saintkaylaa

Gojo Satoru:

“A ver, pendejito, tu te crees que soy una de tus amiguitas o que? A mi no me vengas con eso otra vez o te voy a dar un cantaso que vas a ver a Geto!" (lets see, dumbass. You think im one of your little friends? Dont come at me with that ever again or ill hit you so hard you'll see Geto!)

To say he was shocked was an understatement. He was beyond that point.

He knew you spoke Spanish, hell, he's seen you speak it. However, no matter how many times he listens to it, it will never not surprise him how fluently and easy you spoke it.

He apologized, even though he didn't understand anything, and made sure to not get on your nerves ever again. He was scared shitless.

Geto Suguru

Logically, he wasn't afraid of anything! Truly. Well, that was until you heard the girls referring to your non sorcerer family as monkeys. You sat them down, belt in hand and started shouting at them.

"Es que como se te ocurre! Monos?! A MI familia?! No no, es que tu eres imbécil! Y enfrente de las nenas!?" (What were you thinking! Monkeys?! MY family?! No no, you're an asshole! In front of the girls too!?)

The girls looked sheepishly at Geto, however, Geto had his eyes closed, almost praying, barely making noises. It wasn't his first time being shouted at in Spanish, however, it was the first time actually looking at you grabbing a belt. And with the way you talked about how your parents hit you when you were young with it? Oh yeah, he didn't even wanna move. So the girls, following the example, stayed still.

Rest assured, that day, Geto discovered he had ONE fear: you.

Nanami Kento

"Ruega a Dios que ese imbécil no se cruce en mi camino porque es que lo exorciso yo misma" (Pray to God so that imbecil don't cross paths with me because I'll exorcise him myself)

Truly, while Shoko attended Nanami, she could almost hear his heart palpitations because the way you fumed and complained, even pointing at him to reprimand him for his carelessness he was rather excited.

He knew you spoke and he tried his best to learn spanish however, he noticed that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to understand it. So he stayed silent during your 'lecture'. However, in his mind, he was trying to figure out what were you saying.

Shoko Ieiri

“Me importa un carajo que te ayude a quitar estrés, o sueltas el jodio cigarrillo o yo te voy a dar una razón para estresarte." (I don't give a fuck if it helps you destress, you either let go of the god-damned cigarette or ill give you a reason to be stressed)

She didn't know if she should be turned on or scared. Maybe both.

"yo... Umm? No hablar?" She tried to speak the very little spanish she knew, however, that only helped to confuse you. When she finally let go (and stopped on the cigarette) you sighed heavily.

"Your spanish is shit"

"Pardon?!"

Choso Kamo

Poor guy. He doesn't even know what you're saying. You weren't mad, just... Disappointed.

"Es que como se te ocurre? Es que de verdad, amor, no puedes hacer eso!" (What were you thinking. Truly, love, you can't do that!)

Not long ago, he had learned he was lactose intolerant and you were behind the bathroom door lecturing him, plugging your nose while doing so. He was struggling, both physically and mentally. You sounded funny but the ache on his stomach didn't let him laugh.

"Y es que si hubiera sido un poco. Pero nooooo, tu jartaste un tazon mantecado entero!" (And if it was just a little bit. But nooooo, you ate a whole bowl of ice cream!)

Its alright tho, he learned his lesson:(

Toji Fushiguro

"O te mueves o te muevo. Avanza y largate antes que yo misma decida romperte la cara" (move or ill move you. Hurry up and scatter before i break your face myself)

If you guys weren't bloody, sweaty and tired, he'd kiss you and fuck you full of his cock. But his tiredness told him he didn't have the strength to even get hard.

You'll just have to wait when he gets his rest and shower to show you how turn on he gets when you threaten him in a language he doesn't even understand.

Sukuna Ryomen

"Si te lo tengo que decir una vez más te voy a cortar los huevos. Si dejas que otra zorra se te acerque quedas soltero" (if i need to repeat this again I'll cut your dick off. You let another whore get close to you you'll be single)

You ever seen a cat widening his eyes? Yep, that's him. Looking around with a scowl on his face and looking straight and Urame for a translation, quickly. Not getting any, since they didn't know either.

However, the fire in your tone, the sass on your movements and the way you sounded threatening and serious makes him think that you truly are fit to be the queen of curses.

[griffonsgrove]

Hi I saw your request for Hazbin Hotel I watched it and I'm simping for Alastor and was wondering if you could do Alastor x fem or gn reader where Alastor uses his radio static like white noise to calm down the reader when they have sensitivity overload or a panic attack or just to destress sorry if this is worded bad

Radio Static || Alastor x GN!Reader

a/n: Hiya!! This was a super sweet request to make! I myself get easily overwhelmed, especially with big groups of people, and it's comforting to finally get away from all the noise and interactions! Please enjoy this cute little oneshot! Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Wordcount: 691 Cw: minor hazbin spoilers

It had nearly been a week since Sir Pentious was welcomed into the Hazbin Hotel, by none other than the princess of hell, Charlie. She had decided to throw a small little get-together to celebrate. The princess had such an eccentric, bubbly personality, it was hard to ever say no to her. You were never one for parties, your sensitivity to the constant noise, the vibrant colors, and the chaotic atmosphere sometimes became too much to bear. It was during one of these moments that Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, noticed your distress.

You had retreated to a quiet corner, trying to find solace in the midst of the infernal commotion. Alastor, ever perceptive to the emotions swirling around him, followed you with a keen interest. Seeing the subtle signs of your discomfort, he decided to offer an unconventional remedy.

Alastor approaches you with his trademark grin, his red eyes gleaming with an unusual warmth. "Why, what seems to be the matter, my dear?" he inquired, his voice holding that dazzling charm he always seems to have. You struggled to find the words, but the overwhelmed expression on your face spoke volumes. Sensing your need for relief, Alastor's grin widened, with the wave of his hand, he quietly motions for you to follow him. "Come now, don't you worry. I have just the thing for such occasions." He abruptly turns on his heel, delving deeper into the depths of the hotel.

You’re skeptical at first, but willing to try anything at this point, you decide to follow him. He leads you down a series of hallways, the sounds of the other patrons begin to slowly fade away as you walk. He stops in front of an intricately carved door; you didn't have much time to admire the craftsmanship before he opens it. You tilt your head to the side to peer over his shoulder. It seemed to be his private den. There's a little sitting area, in front of a small fireplace, which was adorned with all sorts of knickknacks, the most notable being a large rack of antlers mounted on the wall above, but what caught you off guard completely was the other entire half of his room, it was a swamp! Literally, the wood flooring splintered off into lush grass, and numerous cypress trees can be seen looming in the distance, the trunks covered in a thick moss. 

Alastor steps to the side, politely gesturing for you to enter first. With slight hesitancy, you step inside quietly, taking note of all the framed pictures that hung on the wall.

His voice cuts through the silence "Sit, my dear. Allow me to ease your troubled mind," he motions to one of the empty padded chairs. You oblige, sitting down on the plush cushion. With the snap of his fingers, He conjures up his vintage radio, the static already emitting a soothing white noise. For a moment he fiddles with the dial, adjusting the frequency. Soft static filled the air, drowning out the overwhelming sounds from earlier. At first, it seemed odd, but as the white noise enveloped you, a surprising sense of calm washed over.

Alastor sat across from you, his eyes never leaving your face as he observed the way you slowly sank back into the padded chair. The radio static acted as a protective cocoon, shielding you from the sensory onslaught. His presence was oddly comforting, and you found yourself relaxing under the influence of the unusual but effective remedy.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence. You weren't entirely sure how much time had passed, minutes? hours?, the static acting as a barrier between you and the chaotic world. Alastor broke the silence with a soft chuckle. "Remarkable, isn't it? The power of a little radio magic."

You managed a grateful smile, genuinely appreciating the respite he provided. It was an unexpected yet strangely effective solution to your sensitivity overload. As the static continued its comforting hum, you felt a sense of gratitude toward the Radio Demon who, in his own peculiar way, had offered you a moment of peace in the midst of the Hotel’s pandemonium. You remind yourself to apologize to Charlie later for leaving the party so abruptly.

[freyito]

"ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ" || ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ

✧ a/n: can't believe my first piece of 2024 is a part 2 to this booby fic... but goddamn i need my head in kenshis boobies rn. it'd make everything better...

🗒 cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs, bonus points!, not proofread

✎ wc: 750

⎯ Johnny Cage

Good GOD does Johnny love burying his face in your chest any time he can. He mainly does it when he's had a bad day. It's a great way to destress, he says. He promises there's nothing more to it. And he's right.

Sure, Johnny can be provocative and that charm doesn't exactly disappear. But seriously, this is like way too comforting for him. The stress of directing, making something worth it, it all dissolves when he's face first in your chest.

And he talks. He talks and talks. Will not stop yapping. His entire day, whatever he's done, something about movies. Every word muffled because he refuses to leave, or even lift his head off your chest.

So, when you return home after a particularly bad day, you decided to try Johnny's method of destressing. Johnny's on the couch, watching The Princess Bride for like the 27th time. It's the perfect time to strike. And strike you do.

Before he can properly welcome you home, your face is pressed between his tits within seconds. Sweet, sweet heaven. You understand now. You understand everything. Your stress dissipates, tensions of the day gone, immediately.

You can barley hear Johnny giggling and joking, you're too caught up in a euphoric daze. You only lift your head when it feels like you can't breathe. Johnny stares down at you with the biggest knowing grin ever. He's not gonna make fun of you, even with that hint of mischief in his eyes.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi is disciplined, he likes to think. So he doesn't he really even think about burying his face in your chest. On top of that, he's pretty busy. The OIA, the Taira, the Yakuza... it's a lot. You don't seem him at home much.

However, in those rare moments he gets with you, some time's he'll lay his head on your stomach or your thighs. He enjoys the kind of connection, some sort of contact after a hard day of work. It grounds him.

But oh, come on. We've seen how big this guy is. Massive tits. C'mon. It takes you a while to build up the courage to go for it. But when he's wearing tank tops, compression shirts, etc... it's so hard to restrain yourself.

Kenshi KNOWS. Sometimes he does it on purpose. But when you start stalking him, keeping your distance, plotting... he wonders what's gotten into you. He makes it a game, kind of. But you're winning. As hard as he's trying to keep up with you.

You find the perfect time to execute your plan. You two are cuddled up late into the night, savoring the rare moment of touch. Without warning, you seize your chance. You roll over onto his chest, head first into those big naturals. Silence cascades over the both of you. Oh, it's even better than you imagined it. Soft... warm... inviting... it's a shame he keeps them hidden. Kenshi doesn't know how to react. Eventually, after several minutes of agonizing silence (and pure bliss between this guys pillows), he finally wraps his arms around you and even pulls you a bit closer.

⎯ Hanzo Hasashi

Hanzo also considers himself controlled. He's above acts like that. Or so he thinks. He won't outright plank into your chest, but when there's downtime, he quite enjoys laying on your chest, with your arms around him. Reading a book or something. That's just the way he likes to wind down.

We've all seen the side-boobage on this man though. Untapped market right there. It'd be a shame NOT to put your head between those pecs. Like, it'd be a sin not to.

One night, during some much needed time alone, you find yourself wrapped up in Hanzo's arms. It's a quiet night, he's finding it hard to fight off sleep. He's been busy, and it's been a hell of a week for him.

His defenses are down, so you take up the opportunity. Awkwardly, you wiggle in his arms, flipping from your back to your face. What awaits you is reminiscent of the gates of heaven. God, you could live like this.

Hanzo's mind is fried, so he doesn't quite understand. To him, you feel more like a weighted blanket. Which ends up making it even harder to stay awake. He's trying to savor every moment with you, but sleep is quickly catching up with him. Waking up to you still resting your head on his pecs however... part of him is glad he was too tired to understand.

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[cybunii]

BAD ROMANCE

a/n: i have no idea how this took so long but im so glad i finished it >< hope the last bit (smut) is good, i rushed it </3

pairing: Leon Kennedy x F! Reader

cw: age difference, fingering, p in v, some mention of nicknames, porn with plot, kinda late christmas? could be any leon but i thought of di leon ヾ(•ω•`)

-

It was getting close to Christmas time, and your family’s annual party was just around the corner, in only a few days.  

Decorating was your favorite part, making sure each table was perfect, stringing lights up, and color-matching flowers down to the hex code. 

You weren’t a big fan of the people, making the same basic conversation repeatedly. Politeness was handed out to every person there, never to see them again until the next year. 

You had finished everything else, now making the personalized greeting cards. It was a nice way to see who was coming. 

Being so close to Christmas, it was nice to destress. All the last-minute essays and tests practically drove you crazy. 

You recognized a few names, adding a little more detail to them.

You came across a blank one you haven’t started on yet, the name card reading ‘Leon S Kennedy’. 

You can’t remember the last time you saw him. Being busy at college and him coming over randomly made it hard to interact at all, your dad texting you during class that he showed up. You didn’t understand why he pushed it so hard. 

Sure, he may be a good guy, but the age gap made conversations awkward. You enjoyed talking, but there was nothing in common. 

“A stern intimidating government agent and a cute college girl.”

You giggle at the thought, that sentence sounding like a bad porno. 

You continue working on the card, trying to personalize it like you had done with the others. 

A quick walk around the place and you nod to yourself, finally done with everything. 

Now to wait until the boring party, what could go wrong?

-

The days leading up to the event came and went, and the stressful day is now upon you.

You laid an outfit out the night before, almost going through every article of clothing you owned before finding the perfect outfit. 

You spun around in the mirror, checking every angle before walking out of your room and into the kitchen. 

Your mom and dad were in a heated conversation, arguing about rides and whatnot. 

You gave them a weird look and cleared your throat, making them both look at you in what looked like surprise, shock and worry. “Oh- Hey hun” Your dad stuttered out, quickly hugging you. An obvious distraction from the conversation they were just having. You stand back and cross your arms, giving him a knowing look. 

He huffs, walking over and standing beside your mom, nudging her with his elbow. She rolls her eyes and steps forward, taking your hand and sitting you down at the kitchen table. “I'm assuming you heard a good bit of that, so I'll be completely honest with you.” She sighed, her stern eyes quickly glaring at your dad. “Somebody- I wont say who. Offered to pick a few people up, so you'll have to ride with…someone else”

You give her a puzzled look, scrunching your face up. “Okay..? I can just drive there-”

“We already told someone you'd ride with them” Your dad interrupts, a guilty look on his face. You groan, placing your head in your hands, trying to calm yourself a little bit. You sigh, looking back up. “Well, who is this mystery driver?” 

They both look at each other, your mom softly patting your leg before she stands up. “They'll be here soon…”

You sigh again, shaking your head back and forth. “Very descriptive, thank you. When will they be here?” You grumble, standing up. You hear the low rumble of a car pulling up, and you can practically feel the bass through the floors of whatever loud music they are playing. 

“Speak of the devil!” Your dad cheerfully exclaims, slowly making his way to the door. 

You quickly rush up the stairs, needing to grab your bag and put on your shoes. 

You slip on your shoes and your ears perk up at the sound of a deep laugh. You hear a few laughs and three voices, your mom and dad, and a voice you don't quite recognize.  

You finish getting fully ready and crack your door open, hoping to get a small look at the mystery person.

“Hey! There she is!” Your mom yells, her tone almost demanding you make your way back down to them. 

You internally groan, taking a deep breath before you quickly make your way down the stairs. 

Immediately making eye contact with Leon as you step into the kitchen. 

Your mouth dries up at the sight of him, your greetings and perfect gestures leaving your head, making it blank. 

I mean, he's drop-dead gorgeous? You know it had been quite a few years since you last saw him, but you didn't think he could get more attractive. 

His sleek pants and black dress shirt fit him perfectly, clinging to the muscles that desperately wanted to break out. His worn leather jacket is on top of that. 

He was tall and lean. His muscled and tan frame was framed by his intense eyes and soft smile. Dark short hair, almost black. Even though he looked tough, a faint smirk could be seen playing on the edges of his lips, reminding you that there's more to this agent than his exterior suggests.

His eyes squint down at you and you get knocked out of your gaze, your eyes widening for a split second. 

“Hey, Leon! It's been a while since I saw you” You say with a smile, your normal self returning. 

He chuckles, the low tone of it surprising you. “Yeah, thought you were avoiding me,” He says, crossing his arms, his piercing eyes never leaving yours. 

You awkwardly laugh, your hand shooting up to rub the back of your neck. “Just been a bit busy at college is all” 

“Enjoying your break so far?” 

You raise your eyebrows at that question, the tone Leon used almost sending chills down your spine, in a good way. 

“Uh yeah, so far…” You mumble, your eyes darting over to your parents for a second, the look on your face begging for a little help. Your mom suddenly claps her hands together, startling the three of you. “Well, we need to go pick up some people. So we will meet you at the party, okay?” She smiles, basically pushing all of us outside. 

“Well let's get going sweetheart, don't wanna be late,” He says with a smirk, making his way over to his parked car. You hurriedly make your way after him, getting in the passenger seat after he unlocked the doors. 

He turns the car on and the music blasts through the radio, the sudden loud noise making you jump a little in your seat. He laughs and turns it down, muttering a small “sorry..” as he pulls out of the driveway. 

His brows furrowed as he flipped through the radio with his free hand, his other gripped on the steering wheel. 

He lets out a small approving noise, settling on a song that you've never heard of. 

A weird wave of tension fills the air, and both of you are suddenly aware of each other in the car. 

Trying to find a distraction, your eyes wander over to him. 

The way his arms flex when he moves, his rough hands gripping the wheel, the serious expression he is wearing as he's driving. You find yourself captivated by his every movement, the sudden dryness of your eyes pulling you out of your trance. 

He suddenly smirks. “You with me?” He teases, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

Your face flushes, your loud and racing heartbeat making it hard to think. You shyly nod, looking out the windshield. 

He chuckles, his eyes returning to the road in front of him. 

“So, what’s so cool about this party?” 

Your ears perk up at that question, not realizing he had never been. 

“Oh, it’s kinda hard to explain. It’s just a nice get-together for the town” You say, trying to explain but still sounding as vague as possible. 

“It has food and drinks, and little things here and there. Oh, and a Secret Santa towards the end! That’s my favorite part” You smile, knowing the present you bought was already sitting on the huge table. 

“Good thing your old man told me about that part, wouldn’t want to show up empty-handed” He smirks, gesturing to the wrapped present he had in the backseat. 

You raise your eyebrows at that, not expecting him to bring anything, and also wondering what he had in that box. 

“I would ask but I guess that would ruin the surprise for later” You laugh, placing a finger over your lips. 

“Exactly” 

After talking for a few minutes, the tension almost disappeared, which made you happy. Finally talking to him made you realize what a waste it was to miss out on the other times. 

While he still had walls up and still made you incredibly nervous. His dry humor and good looks made up for all that. 

Depending on how many times you see him in the future, you think you could be really good friends.

You finally pull up to the place after what feels like hours, taking a nice deep breath of the cold air as you step out of the car.  

He leans against the hood of his car, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Go ahead sweet thing, I’ll just be a few” You eye him up and down, before nodding, quickly walking in the doors. 

Your eyes widen a bit, looking around at the sea of people. This has to be the biggest party yet, and it wasn’t even the correct time for people to show up. 

Your parents rush to you as you open the doors, already looking stressed. 

“We might need your help this time around, handing out drinks and whatnot” 

You slowly nod, maybe working and busting your ass for these random people will make you forget about the sweet compliments and the bad intentions. 

-

You walk around the venue for hours, handing out beer, water, and maybe kegs of champagne. 

You honestly didn’t understand how people could drink that much, but it’s not like there was a set limit to how much they could take. Your parents were also guilty of that, buying so much. 

You find your way outside, resting on the uncomfortable cold brick wall. Taking in a nice deep breath, you audibly sigh, finally taking your much-needed break. 

You may still be on your feet, but it’s a nice break regardless. 

“Tired?” A low voice asks.

You turn your head a bit, making eye contact with Leon. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve been out here the whole time” You laugh, shaking your head back and forth like a disappointed parent. 

“Nah, I’ve been in a few times. Saw you being a little waitress in there” He says, a clear smirk on his face as he exhales, allowing smoke to slowly exit his parted lips. 

“I never served you, what did you drink?” 

“Nothing, very limited choices. I’m a whiskey kinda guy” He shrugs, grinding his lit cigarette out into a nearby ashtray. 

You hum, nodding your head. 

Looking him up and down, you could tell he was that type of guy, you can’t really put your finger on the specifics though.

A few minutes pass, complete silence from the both of you. 

It wasn’t awkward this time, just weird tension again. 

“Are you going back in?” He asks, lighting up another one of his cigarettes. 

“Not right this second…” You sigh, leaning your head against the wall. 

He chuckles a bit, amused at your expression. 

“Not big on small talk, but you’re too interesting” He murmurs, sparing a small glance at you. 

“You’re not so bad, kid.” He winks, blowing the smoke out again. 

You aren’t too big on smoking but god is it tempting to start just for him. 

The way he looks at you while he blows the smoke out, makes you want to inhale anything he’s willing to let out. 

“Ah, thanks.” You say after a few seconds, deciding not to focus too much on the small name he ended that with. 

“You’re cool, I guess…” You shrug, a small smirk appearing on your lips. 

He raises an eyebrow, scoffing as if he’s actually offended. 

“Cooler than you” He laughs, rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah right” You quickly reply back, crossing your arms. 

This small back-and-forth almost makes you nauseous, if anyone else tried what he’s doing? You’d immediately walk away. 

How far could this even go? It’s wrong, but right in so many ways. 

You could fight with yourself for ages, or you could enjoy the little bit of flirting that he’s offering up. 

He seems pretty interested, and you weren’t too far off from ditching this boring party and going home with him. 

“So…” You started off with, deciding to ditch your screaming mind and go with your heart. 

“You secretly married with kids or something?” 

Leon laughs at that, shaking his head in what seems to be disbelief. “Took my ring off before I came here..” 

You shrug, making a point to keep your hands up. 

“Can’t chase after a married man.”

He hums, looking forward as he exhales the smoke again. 

The silence after is deafening, only listening to the sounds of crickets and cars in the distance. 

“You want to get out of here?”

He suddenly asks, throwing his cigarette to the side. 

-

Like you’d say no to that

-

The next moments are a blur, completely skipping over the awkward car ride and the quick fumbling to get in the door for his keys.  

Skipping when he grabs you with no effort, holding you up as he kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll do, like a dying man’s last meal. 

Hoisting you up the stairs, and throwing you onto his bed. 

He makes a show of taking off his clothes. 

Carefully slipping off his blazer, undoing his tie with ease, and throwing it across the room. Unhooking his belt but leaving it looped through the pants, slowly pulling down his zipper, his boxers peeking through.

You watch him do everything, not bothering to take off your own clothes, but he’ll take care of that.

Leon crawls on the bed, only stopping once he’s on top of you, his gaze carefully inspecting every inch of your body under him. 

He lets out a low whistle when he’s done, meeting your eyes once again. 

“Look at you…”

He purrs, his grin now forming into a wolfish smirk.

“Where should I start first, hm?” 

His hands trail your waist, quickly making his way to your thighs, lightly squeezing them. 

He wastes no time in tearing your pants off, not bothering to even acknowledge the little sound of a rip, throwing them to the floor.

He runs his thumb on the outside of your soaked panties, smirking as he feels how wet they are. You shudder at the feeling, your thighs instinctively opening wider for him. 

“So eager for me already…”

He murmurs, placing a soft kiss on the inner side of your thigh, making you let out a small gasp.

His fingers hook around the band of your underwear, sliding them down until they are completely off, discarding them with the rest of the now-forgotten clothes. You don't care if you never see those panties again, you’d happily give them to him as a late christmas gift. 

He runs his fingers through your wet folds, coating them in slick before pushing two in carefully, his eyes watching your every reaction. You draw in a sharp breath, your hands weakly grasping onto the sheets. 

He thrusts them deeper into you, hitting spots you could only imagine trying to get on your own. It definitely feels better when he's doing it, his rough thick fingers going in and out of you, making obscene noises that could put a porno to shame. 

His thumb rubs against your clit while his other hand pumps in and out of your tight pussy, creating an intense sensation of pleasure and desire for more. 

The combination of stimulation from both inside and outside your pussy makes you feel overwhelmed with lust and arousal. Your body responds instinctively, arching off the bed as he continues to fuck your gushing cunt with his thick digits. Your juices flow freely, drenching the mattress beneath you as he fills you up completely.

“Making such pretty noises, feeling good?”

"..yeah... fuck... I need you inside of me..." You say between gasps, still trying to catch your breath as you look at him through lidded eyes, desire and lust all over your face. 

He chuckles softly, his voice deep and sensual as he pulls out of you. "Good girl," he says before he positions himself at your entrance once again, holding onto your hips tightly as he prepares to sink back inside of you. 

His cock throbs with anticipation, eager to fill you up completely once more. As he pushes forward, the head slides past your tight entrance, causing you to let out another moan of pleasure. 

The feeling of being filled by him sends shivers down your spine and makes every nerve in your body tingle with excitement.

Leon smirks down at you, his eyes burning with pure lust as he watches your reaction. 

"You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly as he leans down to place kisses on your neck while he fucks you effortlessly.

His hips move rhythmically, driving his cock deeper into your cunt with each thrust, filling you up completely.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as he fucks you relentlessly, his powerful movements causing you to stretch and clench around him. You can feel the heat emanating from your core as your body tries to accommodate his size.

"..fuckk....." You moan, unable to contain yourself as he drives himself even further inside of you. "I'm so close... so fucking close."

But before you reach your climax, there's still more for him to do. 

He continues to pound away at your cunt, pushing you closer and closer to the edge until you are on the verge of exploding with pleasure, having to chase his own high while he focuses on yours. 

The intensity builds up as he works harder and faster, pushing himself towards his own orgasm while trying to please you. 

His balls slap against your thighs with every powerful stroke, as he tries to bring both of you to climax together.

"..fuck, pretty girl takin me so well...." 

He grunts out loudly between breaths, as he feels his own arousal building up inside him, he tries to maintain control over his ejaculation, but it seems like it's becoming difficult for him to do so. 

"Gonna cum soon..." he growls, reaching down and gripping your hips tightly. “..bury it deep inside you..bet you'd like that,” You eagerly nod in agreement while trying to rock your hips against him.

Your lidded eyes are locked onto his, and you can see the desire burning within them. With one final push, you let out a drawn-out moan, signaling your own release.

Meanwhile, Leon feels the telltale signs of his own impending orgasm as he watches you ride out your own pleasure, and he releases his own load with a grunt, burying himself deeper into you as spurt after spurt of thick, white cum shoots into you. 

The moment his cock finally stops pulsing and releasing its load, he gasps heavily, pulling out of you slowly while looking at you intently. 

He looks relieved, but also satisfied as he looks at the cum flowing out of your wet cunt, slowly pooling beneath you.  

"You look so hot right now," he suddenly says, his voice barely above a whisper as he runs his hand through his disheveled hair.

Leon stares at you for a moment longer before settling in next to you, kissing you gently on the forehead as he pulls you against him.

"Mmm...who would've thought the party ended this way…" he whispers softly into your ear before planting a series of tender kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

"This is definitely not how I imagined things going tonight," You admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I must say…I'm really enjoying this."

He pauses and looks at you with an arrogant look. “Oh really? I couldn't tell” He mumbles, a clear smirk on his face.

- 

The back and forth lasts for what feels like forever, finally falling asleep hours later. 

You may have ignored cleaning up and telling your parents where you were, but you'll deal with that tomorrow. 

But right now?

You'll enjoy peacefully sleeping in his arms. 

-

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[chvnnie]

Felix’s nose scrunches as his fingers tap aggressively on his keyboard. Up, up. Left, right, left, left. His tongue pokes out, top teeth digging into the muscle as he starts to lose control of the fight. The tiny health bar on the bottom of the screen is turning red, draining with each hit he can’t seem to dodge.

One solid hit from his enemy, and the character on screen crumples into nothing. All bars drained, the screen turning dark as the battle is lost.

SMUT - MINORS DNI

“Fuck.” He curses lowly, pushing the headphones down around his neck. Elbows resting on the desk table, his head finds home in it. The monitor on his right pings over and over, lighting up with comments.

seriously? you lost to that guy?

it’s okay, lix! you did your best!

cuss again, that was sexy

Felix sighs, picking his head back up and muting the chat. The insistent pinging noise makes his head hurt, and after a very frustrating lost, the last thing that would help even out his heart rate is an overflowed chat box.

When he started streaming, he really didn’t expect his channel to sky rocket like this. For a few months, his viewer count stayed low — the average hung out around 50 per stream. It made him happy that anyone really cared to watch, so he wasn’t holding out hope that the number would increase.

Then, a popular streamer shared his channel. Cool, he gained a handful of followers and viewers from that. Another streamer promoted him, stating that not only was he good at the games he played, but his deep voice, pretty freckles, and septum piercing added to the charm of his channel. From there, the viewer count went from a few hundred to a few thousand.

Felix didn’t really care why people were watching, just that they were. If they wanted to listen to him talk, great. If they wanted to watch him play, awesome. It didn’t really matter — not when a new zero was added to his checks monthly.

Most of the time, he has a lot of fun with it. Trying new games, doing all night streams, responding to questions hurled at him during downtown. Rarely was this a stressful gig.

But this stream was one of the few frustrating ones. No matter what the battle, Felix couldn’t pull through. At the beginning, he laughed it off. Can’t win ‘em all! But by hour three, his patience has started to wear thin. Ears tinged red with annoyance, blood pressure raised due to the frustration. He needs to destress.

He needs you.

Rolling up the sleeves of his sweater, Felix puts his headphones back on. “Okay.” He says with a sigh, right hand going for the mouse while the left disappears under his desk. “Let’s try this again.”

While his character runs across the grass fields in search of energy, his fingers wrap around the rough fabric of your leash. For the past hour or so, you’ve been asleep. Curled up under a blanket with your head resting on his sock clad foot.

It’s a nice setup for you — a fluffy mat for you to rest on, spacious with as many blankets as you could want. A little resting place for Felix’s pet, keep him company during the game and helping him out when he needs a break.

And fuck, does he need one.

A few gentle tugs wake you up, the bell of your collar jingling as you start to stir. Once he feels your head move, Felix pats his lap.

You’re a good pet — obedient, well trained. Follows directions perfectly. So you know exactly what he wants when he scoots his chair out a bit so you can kneel comfortably. With a yawn, you reach for the drawstring of his joggers. Felix pets your head, smiling down at you and mouthing a quick “thank you” before his attention turns back to his stream.

His cock is half hard when you pull it out. You wrap your fist around the length, resting your head on your thigh as you slowly start to jerk him off. A happy hum comes from your boyfriend before he starts talking to his audience again, walking them through his plan to finally win against this enemy.

Like his hips aren’t bucking slightly when you squeeze his cock, quickly hardening in your hands. Fuck, he can already feel the stress rolling off him in waves. All thanks to your tight grip and the smooth flick of your wrist.

A bit of precum decorates the head, sparking under the purple LEDs. You had planned to tease him for a bit, working him up until he can’t take it and manhandles you. But you can’t help the way your mouth waters, needing the taste of him on your tongue.

Felix exhales a shaky breath with your lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue drawing circles on the slit to lap up the cum. “Hm? Oh, I’m good.” He says, responding to a comment on the stream. “Just got the chills.”

You smile, ego boosted that just a little bit of your mouth can get him so worked up. You pull off his cock for a brief second, spitting in the length before you take more of him. If there’s anything Felix loves, it’s sloppy head.

Especially when there’s an (unknowing) audience.

It’s getting harder to focus on the game, spacing out as you start to deep throat him. Though you’re muffling the sounds, it’s hard to miss the way you choke when he hits the back of your throat. The messy sound of slurping as more salvia covers his length.

Fuck, it’s dripping down to his balls. He’s going to lose his cool.

Trying to mask a moan with a cough, Felix moves his character onto the next location, seeking out an enemy to battle. “Where should we go next?” He moves closer to the microphone, making sure that the only thing it picks up is your voice and not the jingle of your bell. “I was thinking-fuck-m-maybe-“

You’ve started to bob your head faster, a hand cupping his balls and smothering the spit across them. That, mixed with the way your tongue is swirling around the length, has pushed him over the edge.

“I’ll be back.” He mumbles, quickly shutting off the microphone and switching the screen to a standby slide. Once he double checks that everything is turned off, he throws his headphones on the desk and lets his head hit the back of his chair. “God-fucking-damn.”

Felix’s fingers lace through your hair, helping move your head a little faster over his cock. Fuck, this is euphoric. This isn’t the first time you’ve blown him during a stream, but it is the first time that he’s had to pause it because of your mouth.

He’s dizzy. Sweating. So close to the edge that he could almost cry.

“That’s it, puppy.” Moans are intertwining with his words, deep voice becoming pitchier with need. “Doing so good, fuck-“

The praise just makes you more eager, squeezing his balls a little harder. You don’t let up, even as your boyfriend tugs on your hair, taking control of the movements. His hips move quickly, nose pressed against his pubic bone as he fucks your face.

“Want a treat, huh?” He says breathlessly, cock twitching in your mouth.

You nod eagerly, looking up to meet his dark eyes. A part of you wishes his viewers could see him like this — flushed, sweaty, fucked out. All because of you.

The eye contact doesn’t waver even as he fills your mouth, cum rolling down your throat. Your eyes flutter shut, savoring the feeling of it’s warmth. There’s so much of it, a steady flow pooling in your mouth. Once he’s sure he’s done, Felix pulls out, letting you swallow it whole.

Patting your cheek, he gives you a warm smile.

“Go back to sleep. I’m sure I’ll lose again.”

[iheartchv]

CAN WE HAVE MORE ABOUT THIS SILLY RABBIT?

(JUST LOOK AT HIS SMILE HE'S SOOOO CUTEEEEE 🥹)

Sure thing 😊 (he's so cute, I agree ❤ also I'm sorry if it feels rushed, I still have IRL stuff going on that is mentally draining, but I am trying to find ways to destress; I'm not fully ready to come back to being on tumblr like I used to)

🐇Usagi x Y/N imagine/HC🐇

You meet Usagi for the first time during Christmas time when the Turtles and Splinter invited their friends over for Christmas dinner

Leo had introduced you to him

"Oh, so you're the Y/N talked about?"

"It's an honor to meet you."

"Leonardo-san is lucky to have a friend like you to take care of him."

You blushed at his compliments, thanking him.

Honestly, Usagi wasn't hard to get along with

He was similar to Leo, having honor and right morals

As you got to talk to him, you wanted to be around him more

When it was time to leave, Usagi was such a gentleman:

He took your hands and and gave the back of them ... and your fingers a kiss... something he learned about etiquette from Donnie

However that didn't stop your heart from beating hard and your cheeks warm with blush

Next time he came back to visit, you showed him around New York, in the city you lived in (in a disguise of course)

There was so much to do, and see, but so litttle time

Whatever you did with Usagi, he loved every minute of it

You took him to your favorite spot

It was a place to think, meditate, be with yourself and your thoughts. And it was high enough from anyone interrupting you

Usagi watched the sunset with you

"I liked spending some time with you today"

"I wished there was more time... I don't want today to end..."

You would look over at him every now and then to see him stare out at the horizon

You looked away when you seen his eyes meet yours

However you don't catch the small smile that crossed his face a few times...

As he too looked back at you as you looked ahead at the warm colored sky

Before he entered the portal back to Second Earth, you gave him a hug

And he hugged you back

It felt nice

Made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside

"Till we meet again... Y/N."

He said with a smile

And the way he said your name made your heart skip a beat

That night, you couldn't stop thinking about him...

When sleep finally took hold of you, you relived the memories of the day along with a few thoughts of your subconscious mingled in...

You dreamed that you gave him a sweet soft kiss instead of hugging him

And that he gave you one back

Morning rays broke through your window, waking you from dream land

However the dream stayed in the back of your mind, and you would be daydreaming

When was Usagi coming back...?

Hope this will satisfy for now 😁😊🐇💙

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[bingoboingobongo]

task force 141 + christmas eve

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: gahhh i can't believe we're almost at the end of the month what. if any of you guys know of some sort of january writing challenge (like flufftober) i can participate in please tell me/tag me cus i love writing for these guys. thxxx <33

simon "ghost" riley:

alright so christmas eve for ghost is usually like his final chance to sneak off and relax before christmas day

it's not that he doesn't like christmas or anything, but soap and the others can get really intense on christmas and he just needs some alone time so he can prep for that

this has been his tradition since even before he started celebrating christmas with the task force, and so he's very particular about following it

even if it means turning down a trip to the bar/celebrating with soap

although sometimes he will indulge soap for an hour or two just because it's christmas

every christmas eve, once it hits around seven or eight a clock, he starts his annual process

the first thing he does is take a nice, hot shower to destress

he gets into some nice pajamas and a brand new mask and then brews himself a cup of tea

every year he buys a new holiday tea to try during christmas

this year it's the winter earl grey tea from david's tea

he likes the creamy vanilla and citrus flavor mixed with the malty bergamot

it's probably his new favorite

then he grabs his copy of a christmas carol by charles dickens

which he bought the first year he was in the military

and cozies up in his bed as he reads it, sipping on his tea and just enjoying the peacefulness

the slight caffeine in the tea is nice because it keeps him up long enough to finish the book despite how sleepy everything else is making him

and then once he's done he simply retires for the night

he rinses out his cup, turns off the lights, and let's himself lay in bed

if the two of you are together, then he definitely includes you in this process too

he'll brew you a cup of tea to drink with him and he'll invite you to cuddle up to him as he reads, and if you ask he's more than happy to read to you out loud

and then he spends the rest of the night cuddling with you until you fall asleep together

john "soap" mactavish:

okay so christmas eve to soap is the exact opposite of what it is to ghost

on christmas eve soap just wants to go out, drink, and have the night of his life

it started back when he first joined the military when him and a few other soldiers snuck out on christmas eve to get wasted at a bar

and he's been doing it ever since

if he can't make it to a bar then he'll just drink at home/at the base

which is what he ended up doing this year since the snowfall was especially thick and he didn't feel like shoveling

he always starts as soon as the sun sets too because he doesn't want to go over to christmas day

so he tries to end it around ten or eleven which means he starts around five or six

he invited everyone over to the bar where he deemed himself the official bartender

a job/title he immediately gave up once he realized he was spending more time making drinks than actually drinking them

for him, christmas eve is about having a great time with his friends and making memories

that's when he gets stupid drunk and enlists as many people as possible to join him in drunken singing and carousing

it's not hard for him to get the others involved

there's just something infectious about soap that makes you want to hang out with him what can i say

he always invites you to his shenanigans of course, especially if the two of you are dating

and tipsy soap is not necessarily the smartest soap so he's definitely the kind of person to try and hit on you and completely forget that he's already dating you

more than once you've had to spend the night taking care of him and making sure he doesn't blackout

it's worth it though because soap will tell you throughout the whole night and the morning after that you're the best thing to ever happen to him

that being said he never drinks so much that he's falling over

he tries to stick to drinks with less alcohol content, that way he doesn't have to deal with a mind shattering hangover the next morning

and one of his weird little traditions is that once the night is over he makes everyone have a water chugging contest

followed by multiple rounds of pedialyte shots

it started as a way to fight off the ensuing hangover and it was pretty effective so it cemented itself into tradition

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright so honestly gaz doesn't really have much of a christmas eve tradition

he's more happy to just go with the flow and see where the day takes him

sometimes that's getting drunk with soap or sometimes it's watching a christmas movie in his pajamas

whatever it is the most important thing for gaz is that he's spending his day with you

honestly his ideal christmas eve is waking up with you by his side

he'll try and get up quietly so he can make you breakfast in bed

usually waffles because that's the only breakfast food he's good at making

then after he cleans up he'll turn on a christmas movie to watch as you guys cuddle in bed

and then after that he'll take you out to a nice lunch before everyone closes for the holidays

he likes to take you someplace nice during christmas eve

he calls it his christmas eve present

and then when you go home he'll spend the rest of the day by your side as long as you'll have him

even if you're doing something boring like last minute paperwork he'll be there cracking jokes and making it bearable

then once the sun starts going down the two of you head over to the kitchen to get drunk with soap and the others

and drunk gaz is a handsy gaz so you know he's gonna be all over you

all im gonna say is to expect a busy night with gaz on christmas eve

and if that's not your style than that's a-ok because gaz is more than happy to spend the night cozied up with you

as long as he's touching you he's happy

and yes he definitely tells you that you don't have to get him anything because you're the best gift for him

john price:

alright so price is sorta like ghost in that he likes to spend his christmas eve a little more laid back

don't get me wrong he'll go and hang out with soap and the others for a bit

but like ghost he usually only hangs around for a bit before he heads off for some alone time

he likes to cozy up in front of a fireplace (if he has one, if not he'll settle for an electric heater) and turn on the tv and channel surf mindlessly for a bit before he settles on a christmas movie he's already watched countless times

then he pulls out the washington post crossword and does that as the snow falls outside

he likes to smoke a cigar and drink a glass of nice whiskey as he does this too

if the two of you are dating he'll take you to soap's party

and if you want to stay of course he'll let you but he's more than happy to take you with him

the two of you will cozy up together on the couch

you're probably sitting on his lap too

he said he was just cold but you know he just wants you close by

you help him with his crossword whenever you know the word and he always praises you when you get it right

"ah there's my smart girl"

"you're quite the little genius, huh darling?"

he'll pour you a cup of whiskey too

but if you just want to share his he's fine with that too

once you're done with the crossword he watches the movie with you until you fall asleep

and then he takes you to the bed and falls asleep holding you

alejandro vargas:

alright so alejandro likes to spend the first half of the day pampering you

if there's a spa around that's open he'll take you there and pay for whatever treatment you want

but if not he's more than happy to pamper you himself

he's got a really extensive knowledge of skincare and wellness so you're in good hands

once that's done he likes the spend the middle of the day relaxing and doing pretty much nothing with you

maybe kissing you lazily because he doesn't have to go to work

and if you let it he's more than happy to take it a step further

eventually though he'll take you to soap's party so the two of you can have a little fun

he definitely sings you a song on soap's crappy karaoke machine

he makes it sound good though because he's just that good of a singer

alejandro is also really good at handling his alcohol so he won't get drunk

plus he just doesn't drink that much because he doesn't want to deal with a bad hangover

but lord knows if you've had one too many he'll be right by your side to take care of you and make sure you're safe

and when the night is over he'll help you change into your pajamas

which is pretty much one of his shirts

and then he'll lay you into bed and cuddle with you as you fall asleep

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

man rudy is just hyped for christmas what can i say

it's his absolute favorite holiday and while part of him loves the anticipation of christmas eve, he also can't wait for it to be over

so rudy has a very specific christmas eve regimen he follows to make the day as fun and as fast as possible

first he wakes you up with breakfast in bed, and he also brings you one of your gifts because he sucks at keeping secrets and he wants you to see it

it's a really pretty necklace with your initials on it

and he's so over the moon that you love it because he was kind of stressed about it

then he watches the entire frozen franchise

it doesn't matter if he's already watched it that month he's watching it again

you've grown used to it so you're mostly just there for the cuddles and to hear him badly sing along to each of the songs

but he's always has such a huge smile on his face as he does it you can't help but fall further in love with him

then he'll make you lunch because he's kind of scared of driving in the snow

plus he likes feeling you hug him from behind while he's cooking or chopping inbred

after that he's happy to spend the rest of the day talking/cuddling with you until it's time for soaps party

and then he'll drag you along and the two of you will be pretty much inseparable during the night

unlike the others rudy is not the best at handling his alcohol but it's okay because you're there to make sure he doesn't drink himself to a wicked hangover

and he's so thankful for you

drunk rudy says anything and everything so most of the night is narrated by rudy telling you how much he loves you and how grateful he is for you

he definitely spills the beans on some of his presents but you always pretend not to hear and act surprised so that he doesn't feel bad the next morning

[pomellon]

Alright! Some thoughts for the mermaid!himbros au since I haven’t touched it in a while. I really want to explore more of the differences between Punz’s breed, the narwhals, and Foolish’s breed, the belugas.

As stated in an earlier post the narwhals are more of a warrior race. They’re very minimalistic due to being nomadic, only carrying things they need in kelp bags and pouches wrapped around their waists and tails. They will carry stuff like weapons, tools, and rations, but don’t bother keeping much that won’t come in handy simply because it will add extra weight and slow them down. 

The belugas on the other hand are the exact opposite. Usually their pods will settle down and stay in one area, meaning they have the space and time to collect useless trinkets. They like to craft pretty things like figurines and jewellery and like to cover themselves in pretty items like shells and rocks.

This means Punz and Foolish tend to act and see things quite differently. Punz wants to constantly move, while Foolish prefers to stay in one place for some time to relax. Punz will only gather and keep what’s necessary, meanwhile Foolish will pick up and save shells or shiny rocks for no other reasons than that he finds them neat or pretty.

This does end up creating some conflicts between the two.

The constant moving easily makes Foolish annoyed and stressed, and at one point the two get into a heated enough argument that Punz simply leaves him behind. Punz was convinced they had been tracked by a larger sea beast during the last couple of days and didn’t want to stop until he was sure it had given up the hunt. Meanwhile Foolish simply wanted some time to settle down to work on some of his craftings to relax a bit. 

This results in a close call, the beast that Punz had been concerned about being a very real threat and one that was determined to make a meal out of Foolish, who only managed to survive thanks to Punz returning at the last moment and helping him escape.

It did lead to some injuries, mostly for Punz who put himself between the creature and Foolish, but the incident made Foolish realise the dangers of staying in one area for too long without the safety and protection of a large pod. It also made him trust Punz a lot more. Up until that point they had just been two merfolk travelling together out of convenience, they enjoyed each other’s company but they weren’t necessarily friends. Punz refuses to tell Foolish why he came back for him, but after that moment their relationship starts to grow closer.

Punz finally accepted the fact that Foolish wasn’t used to the constant moving and grew to understand that the beluga used his time to craft and work with his hands to destress. Keeping that in mind he started to make an effort to find temporary safe spaces to lay low for a few days after long stretches of travel, giving Foolish time to rest and work with his hobbies. 

The whole collecting trinkets thing, on the other hand, is something Punz has a hard time wrapping his head around. It makes him grow increasingly frustrated and anxious about Foolish slowing them down or the beluga potentially putting himself in danger due to the extra weight he’s carrying. 

This does lead to a few more disagreements but Foolish eventually manages to show Punz the usefulness of his crafts. While Punz has amazing instincts and is a great fighter, Foolish has a creative mind and is a great problem solver. He makes little items to help distract or confuse the dangerous beasts that try to hunt them. He carefully watches Punz’s hunting technique and crafts him a net that works perfectly with his movements.

But what really has an impact on Punz is when his lance breaks. The lances are like an extension of the narwhal mers bodies, a weapon that they craft in their late teens as they come of age. It’s their pride and joy and should be able to withstand use and last them throughout their life. Punz is devastated when his breaks, he kind of gives up on everything once he can’t fix it, so Foolish takes the matter into his own hand.

He carefully pieces it together when Punz is asleep, uses his various items to glue and tie it all together, carefully mimics Punz’s own craftsmanship to make the cracks and broken patterns look deliberate rather than patched up.

Punz is completely speechless when Foolish hands him the final result, and when it finally clicks that Foolish did indeed fix his lance, beautifully at that, he’s overjoyed. He tries to act nonchalant about it, but he can’t quite hide his smile and the way his mood brightens immensely over the next few days.

He doesn’t really question it when Foolish picks up and keeps random items after that, if anything he sometimes gives in and adds some of Foolish’s trinkets to his own bags to make it easier for the beluga. Likewise, Foolish stops questioning when Punz keeps them moving, knowing that if the narwhal isn’t stopping there’s probably a good reason for it.

They definitely start out with their ups and downs but the more time they spend together the more they get to know each other, eventually coming to understand and adapt to each other's cultural differences.

[atcmicbxtty]

@himbohotel cont. (w/Anthony)

It was another boring day in school. Betty did like school and learning, but sometimes class can be boring. At least she had the enjoyment of hanging out with her friends during lunch period. Betty had just left the cafeteria and put her lunch bag in her locker, and from the the corner of her eye - she noticed Anthony, who appeared to be destress. Curious, she approached him and it was not hard to notice his soiled backpack. Damn, that sucks.

"Hang on, I believe I have some hand wipes." Betty would say, proceeding to unzip her backpack, rummaging through it before taking out a package of wipes; opening it and handed him a wipe. It could be part of her OCD, but it never hurt to carry some wipes in case of an emergency. And today was an emergency.

"Well, y'know that saying - don't cry over spilt milk." She would say with a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, but frowned at his backpack. "I'm going to take a wild guess that was probably an accident. I hope nothing else was damaged..."

And her head would tilt in curiosity, her eyes studied him briefly before she grinned, nodding. "Yeah, we do have science class together, and I think another class...but I might be wrong. It's nice to finally have a chance to talk to you...uhm...Ant...Anthony? If I'm wrong, I'm so sorry! Still trying to get use to everyone's name. Being the new kid still sucks sometimes."

[welcomebacktoheaven]

Justine and Jett were born in a small yellow house attached to an auto shop. When the repairmen went home, the siblings would sneak into the unlocked cars and play pretend. They couldn’t be bothered to conjure up fantastical scenarios. That was for children who had less to worry about. The goal was simple: to drive as fast and as far away as possible.

Justine was reminded of childhood games as she sat in the waiting room of the clinic. She was always imaginative, with a particular tendency to overindulge in daydreaming. The pacing habit of her teenage years was so extensive that her mother would come home to her footprints on the carpet. Gray created daydreams in her head that played like videos. She would rewind, edit, and perfect them for hours on end.

She read the top of the information handout.

“dreamscape: an ingestible software designed to destress the working American”

The software wasn’t the first of its kind. The wealthy had already begun to use prototypes of the patented software to enhance their daily lives. Justine was skeptical about the invasiveness, but still wanted to try it for herself. It was hard not to be drawn in by the technological advances of Facere Medicine.

AI technology learned your desire for processed chips and the way you kind of like it when the grease is leftover on your fingers. Then, it replaced it with a new affinity for healthier options (superfood). The initial technology was simple: after learning the ins, outs, and delicate wrinkles of the brain, the undesirables could be rewritten and rewired. The new software promised something different. It was focused on memories. The patient’s consciousness would then transport to a therapeutic sphere where five minutes of horror could become five months of bliss. The CEO believed that through “fixing” negative memories and experiences, the collective society would be healthier and more productive. He wasn’t shy about that. The one thing he was right about was acknowledging widespread depression and disillusionment. Every year there seemed to be more blood. It was a difficult point to disagree with. A win-win situation. Heal mass traumas, and create a more productive society.

Facere Medicine became a pioneer in automating labor, food, fitness, beauty, pleasure, and finally, cognitive function. Curing mental illnesses for a healthier, stronger society. They were beloved by the working class despite the fact that many of them, including Gray, would never experience the benefits if not for clinical trials.

Justine didn’t care about their reputation. If anything, she was more cynical about the ordeal. Gray wanted the money. The money she felt owed since devoting nearly every waking moment of her twenties to the MegaMart and keeping post-capitalist society functioning. More money meant no more monotonous beeping of the cash register and dirty looks from customers when she opted to sit down during check out. She could invest it in Jett’s repair business. She could leave the Midwest. The desert was an option. A place permanently painted with orange and yellow watercolors. She wondered if it was possible to ever get sick of sunlight.

The pain no longer served her.

“Group 2A. Please report to the intake room.”

It was here when

[freyito]

⎯ ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ & ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ + ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

i don't really know what im doing. this is self indulgent. i've been have a really rough time and theres a lot of stress and pressure put on me and i think i may crack? it's not cause of tumblr, i find writing here calming. but hey, i'm moving, im still working on three certs, im worried about college, im writing a book, and im playing therapist to friends.

cw: gn reader, just fluff, proofread

Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi can feel your stress from a mile away. He doesn't need sight, he doesn't need sento, he doesn't even need to touch you to know. He can see you so clearly in his head, hair messy, eyebrows near constantly furrowed, and just how tense your body really is.

So, when you dodge out of his touch and end up hiding in your room, he doesn't take it to heart. However, he understands. And he will do everything in his power to get you to destress.

He opens the door ever so softly, yet makes sure his presence is known. He reaches out to you, hunched over at your desk, hands hiding your face, your fingers digging into your hair. His hand meets your shoulder, squeezing it gently.

He leans in closer to your ear, and whispers for you to come to bed with him. When you refuse his request, he's a bit more firm. He doesn't demand that you join him, no, but you can hear the traces of longing and concern in his voices.

Once he's convinced you, he leads you to the bed. He's memorized the layout of the house, don't worry. He won't ask questions, he won't press for any answers. All he knows is you're stressed and overworking yourself, and that's cause enough to pull you away.

Kenshi prefers to give you a massage, not only does it work out the knots of your body, but he believes it is a great way to destress by being close to the one you love. He works his way down your body, kissing the nape of your neck when he reaches your waist.

Once he's sure he's gotten all the stress out of your body, he finally cuddles up to you. He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you close, burying his head in the crook of your neck. He refuses to let you leave his arms. You need sleep, and he's going to make sure you get it. And don't even think you can slink away from him in the morning, he's going to pull you right back into his arms.

Johnny Cage

Johnny can't let you get away with sulking, he needs to see you relax, stress free. Seeing you messed up (and not cause of him), it makes his heart hurt. Of course, he understands. He's got a bad habit of overworking himself, too.

But, he isn't going to let you hide from him. Don't think for a second that you can get away with that. Before you can even run into your (shared) room to hide away, he whisks you off your feet.

Don't even think you can convince him to let you down, either. Nope. You're stuck with him now. And what is he going to do? Funny you asked, he's already ordered your favorite food, and he's got your favorite movie queued up. And one of his own.

If he could tie you to the bed to make sure you couldn't escape, he would. Fortunately, his mind is a lot sounder. And he knows your going to stay and wait with him for the food to arrive. Meanwhile, he's trying to get you to talk. About anything. He just wants to hear your voice, really.

Johnny doesn't leave your side. Once. He's dragging you along to go get the food with him, and he's holding your hand during dinner. So what, he's having a hard time cutting his food? He doesn't care. He needs to know you're still with him, not only is it grounding for him, it's meant for you, too.

After dinner, he's already on drawing a bath for you. (and for him, c'mon, he has to!) He's thrown in whatever he can think of- Epsom salt, bath foam- and lights some candles. He tries to make it look all romantic, with rose petals scattered in the bath and around it, too. You can feel just how proud of himself he is when he carries you to the bath. Which, is also a non-negotiable.

Johnny doesn't care if you've reached the height of relaxation after the bath, either. Nope, he's made sure your schedule is cleared for the next week, at least. He condemns you to stay with him, he'll take you wherever you'd like. All the fancy restaurants you could eat at. Or, if you'd rather just stay home alllll week, he doesn't mind that either. As long as he gets to stay with you.

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[girlboyburger]

oh my god! it’s finally done! mane six redesigns!  i’ve been working on this piece since about april but ONLY as a destresser! this canvas was on lock unless i really needed to just space out and draw some funny horses :,) bunch of misc notes under the cut because if you can’t tell these 6 live in my head

flutter shy - transwoman/ lesbian / she/they relationship status: discord malewife (they’re in an enteral “who will ask who” stalemate)  flutter shy runs a wildlife center / clinic out on the very edge of the everfree! the clinic is really her hut, but she’s found herself being asked for help with both pets from ponyville and wildlife of the forest so frequently that she’s more or less transformed it a vet that looks like a cottage. she’s very spacey and *LOVES* cloud watching, which is how she met rainbow dash! they dated in their youth, both collectively realized they were gay and trans, and remained best friends after splitting. she’s a bit more confrontational off the bat compared to canon flutter shy, but is no less shy. pinkie pie - nonbinary / asexual / they/she/he/it/collects neuropronouns like candy relationship status: hardly ever seen not kissing twilight pinkie pie is a THREAT with wings and they WILL let you know that. professional party planner, pinkie dabbles in any hobby they can get their hooves on! they like reading and farming and fashion nearly just as much as they love baking and partying. though they try and spend time with all of their friends equally, pinkie’s twilight favoritism shines most in how much they’re together in the library, info dumping about anything and everything. applejack - transman / bisexual / he/him relationship status: married to rainbow dash and dating rarity and will talk your ear off about both of them if you mention it. applejack is a big fucking workhorse who is entirely not aware that he’s a big fucking workhorse. he means well, always does, but is prone to accidentally knocking things and ponies asides like they’re nothing FREQUENTLY. with the support of his family, jack transitioned early in his life and feels he owes the constant favors he does for them. raindbow and him started dating almost instantly after they met as colts, very specifically after he beat rainbow dash in a foot race and was kissed about it. his hooves are painted by rarity, whom he bickers with so much you’d never assume they’re the sweetest on each other when alone.  rainbow dash - transmasc / gay / he/they relationship status: divebombs applejack as a sign of affection (married) rainbow dash is FAST. fast talker, fast thinker, he’s almost never slow and he doesn’t want to be. rainbow transitioned shortly after meeting applejack, and is VERY loud about how much he loves his husband. during his post race interviews and any other televised spotlight he happens to get, he makes SURE that you know he wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without aj, love you baby, ect. ect. rainbow dash is a bit more a jerk, for lack of better terms, than canon dash. if he doesn’t like you or something you’re doing, he’ll say it. he’s tough, but nevertheless kind, and always spends his weekends with scootaloo. twilight sparkle - nonbinary / asexual / she/they relationship status: loves her fucked up little wife so much. married to pinkie twilight is STRESSED and oh my god will she tell you about it. she’s working so hard to be the new ruler of equestria to allow celestia and luna to retire (neither of them are too worried, but that means nothing to twilight,) but maintaining PEACE while also eating FOOD and drinking WATER are all too much for her! luckily, her friends check on her regularly, and pinkie is always hiding somewhere with a waterbottle at the ready. she’s much closer to celestia, luna, and cadence than canon twilight, treating the former like parental figures and the latter much more like a sister. despite her full schedule, she’ll never turn down taking care of flurryheart or taking a visit to spike in the dragon lands. she and pinkie are autistic and have formed a book club together.  rarity - transwoman / queer / she/her relationship status: will correct anything you ask or suggest about her relationship to “lover of applejack” because she knows it pisses him off. rarity is goth!! mostly. she loves all kinds of fashion and can be seen casually shopping ponyville markets in harajuku one week and a full black attire the next. she’s a bit all over the place in general, and considerably more eccentric than canon. she colors her mane and coat all the time, and sometimes volunteers to help lotus bloom and aloe at their spa. i fucking love rairty and i’m cutting myself off here specially because if i don’t this part will be way longer than the rest.

[two-am-outlines-only]

Dee Little Snake

Summary:  Janus uses age regression as a way to destress but has little control over it whenever he grows upset. Trying to keep a secret like that can be hard when you’re only four years old, and thus family bonding ensues in a way nobody expected, least of all Deceit.

Chapter Warnings: Mild angst

Ships: none

Word Count: 1295

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Chapter 6 - A Storm of Purple and Blue

Dee snapped up as his room was illuminated with a bright flash followed just seconds later by a band so loud and close it seemed to shake the walls and rattle his small frame. Rain pelted heavy and hard against the windows and the wind whistled straight through the walls making him whimper and pull the blankets up over his head. He hated waking up little and doing so during a thunderstorm seemed cruel. Or was he little because of the storm? 

Another loud crack of thunder scattered what little bit of coherent thoughts he could force himself to string together. He curled up as tight as he could and grabbed his nearest stuffed an animal, a rather ratty purple bear Virgil had let him have when they were actually children, squeezing it as hard as he could and willing every scrap of comfort he could get from the action to soothe him enough that he could try to sleep through the storm. He saw the bright flash of light even with his eyes closed tight and cover over his head and he tensed, bracing himself for another roar of thunder.

And roar it did, like a thousand lions staking their territory from across the plains or a great dragon sounding a battle cry over a castle full of knights. It lingered this time as well, seeming to echo around and around in his skull. His eardrums throbbed with the noise and he tried in vain to keep tears from falling as the sound finally faded only after an eternity had passed, leaving him shaking as if he was buried in snow rather than overheating under a thick duvet. Making up his mind he waited for the next flash of light, holding Vee as tightly as he could in preparation for the next roll of thunder. Pressing his lips together he fought hard to stay calm as the walls shook once again with the force of the noise, though thankfully it seemed to take a little longer for it to start. He remembered Virgil saying that that meant it was moving further away.

It didn’t matter now as he took a breath and threw the covers off quickly, almost slipping as his feet fought to find purchase on the floor in his hurried state. Managing to catch himself in time he made a beeline for the door, throwing it open and sprinting out as the hallway was illuminated by another flash of lightning. He fell against the wall and pressed himself as close to it as he could while curled around his bear as thunder roared once again, somehow louder in the hallway than it had been in his room and making the soles of his feet vibrate with its intensity. He cried out before slapping a hand to his mouth and snapping his head up in fear as something touched his shoulder, thankfully greeted by Logan with his glasses askew and rumpled pajamas hanging off of him. Dee didn’t even bother thinking before throwing himself at the other, clutching to his pants legs in fear and burying his face against his knee. He was embraced somewhat awkwardly from the angle but it still helped him relax someone, shaking abating only a little as another strong roll of thunder sounded through the hall.

“Dee. Can you hear me?” The soft question cut through his fear and he nodded. “Would you like me to pick you up or would you simply like your hand held? I’m asking because I think our best course of action would be to go to the kitchen and turn the lights on...and maybe since it’s a special case...make hot cocoa as a treat to help us feel better.”

At the mention of cocoa, Dee’s mood instantly improved, stepping back hesitantly while still clutching his bear to his chest. Logan waited patiently as the other weighed his options carefully; Dee didn’t want to bother Logan but cocoa definitely sounded better than trying to find somewhere to hide where he couldn’t hear the storm anymore. Holding out his hand he looked up at Logan with hope shining in his eyes. “Cocoa please?”

“An excellent choice.” Logan carefully took his hand and pulled him close as they made their way quietly down the hall, though they were both surprised no one else was awake because of the storm. Logan paused as Dee hesitated in front of Virgil’s room, wanting to wake him but feeling slightly selfish for it since Logan was already with him. Logan thankfully seemed to read his mind and gave his hand a squeeze, prompting the small side to look back up at him.

“He might be awake- he doesn’t do well in storms if memory serves. You can knock if you want to see if he’d like to join us.”

Nodding, Dee reached forward with the bear and knocked gently, rapping just a little more firmly with the last two so he had a chance of actually being heard. The door opened almost immediately to reveal Virgil wrapped up in his hoodie with noise canceling headphones around his neck and eye shadow a deeper black than usual, bringing even the deepest shadows of his room to shame as they writhed behind him. He seemed surprised to see Logan but recovered quickly enough, smiling tightly as he shut the door behind him and reached forward to ruffle Dee’s hair a bit. Opening his mouth to speak he seemed to think better of it and waved instead, not trusting his voice to be normal with the heightened anxiety.

“Logan’s makin’ cocoa!” Bouncing on his toes a bit he looked up at Virgil and held out his hand, keeping his last three fingers wrapped firmly around his bear's paw while he waited expectantly. Taking the hint Virgil clasped his warm hand around Dee’s cooler one and they resumed their walk down the hall. Virgil exchanged a look with Logan that Dee didn’t catch but he was suddenly lifted a bit into the air before being set down gently on the steps, giggling as he was lifted again and again, kicking his feet up and swinging a bit every time time they went down. Storm all but forgotten they lifted him one more time, settling him into Virgil’s arms as Logan went to get out the mugs and cocoa. Still giggling while hugging his bear he leaned back against Virgil and felt the other lay his cheek on top of his head, slightly distorted humming making the silence cozy while Logan turned on the stove to heat the milk.

It was comforting and warm and Dee barely registered that the storm had passed until Logan mentioned it offhandedly, placing three mugs down on the table. Dee watched as Logan paused for a second looking at them, a small small wrinkling his eyes as he looked away to wash the pan. Only after being set down in front of his mug while Virgil sat beside him did he realize why.

“You’re purple.” Virgil started a bit as tiny hands reached forward to pat his cheeks, bear forgotten in light of the new purple he was currently admiring. Squinting his eyes in confusion before realization dawned on his face Virgil smiled openly, tapping on the back of Dee’s hand in a random rhythm as he continued to pat his cheeks. Logan ruffled both of their heads walking past, getting a huff from Virgil and a giggle from Dee as they all settled in front of their drinks and basked in the newfound calm after the storm. They’d all most likely regret saying up this late in the morning, but for now happy content radiated from all of them in the quiet peace of the mindscape.

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[my-tin-can-mans]

She Knows Part 2, (Wolffe x Reader)

OH BOY. First I'm sorry this took me so long I've been busy with college. But! this is the longest fic or anything really I've written so wow. Hopefully you enjoy.

Warnings: angst, mentions of Alcohol, mentions of cheating slight smut (minors do not interact or read).

Note: italics are flashbacks

“So, what do you usually do during leave?” the question threw you a little of guard. You’d been stationed with the 501st for four months now, four months since you’d broke it off with Wolffe after… everything. You had been the head medic in the 104th battalion, but quickly put in a request for a transfer after the humiliation Wolffe had put you through. The only position available was with the 501st, working under their head medic, Kix. It was a demotion sure, but honestly it took a lot of stress of your shoulders and well, anything to get away from the situation you were in.

Working with Kix almost 24/7 forced you two to grow close and form a close relationship. It was more of a brotherly/sisterly love than anything else, though others saw how well you two had worked together and insisted you would make a good couple, you both were comfortable where you were, which you were grateful for, it was nice to have a friend as kind and understanding as Kix.

Tomorrow the whole battalion would be stationed on Coruscant, the general had some jedi duties to attends to and the war was at a standstill for the moment, giving the men time to relax instead of being thrown under another general for a while.

You had been checking bacta supplies when Kix happened to spring this question on you. Freezing your hand in motion as you had begun to type up an order to restock while planet side. You’d never actually had a leave without Wolffe. Most of the time on leave was spent in that dark corner of 79’s, the other half in a hotel bed.

“Mesh’la, come on, up. I promised the men we’d meet them tonight for a round.”

“But I don’t wanna go Wolffe can’t we just stay here? The sheets are so soft and I don’t feel like wearing clothes.” You’d whined.

“I already told them we would be there, now come up before I drag you out of bed.”

“you wouldn’t,” you peeked your head out from under the covers, narrowing you eyes at him, he stood at the foot of the bed, wearing his blacks sans shirt. He himself had just untangled from you and the sheets. How he had the willpower to do so you had no clue. He dawned his famous predatory smirk on his face

“Are you questioning my word Mesh’la, because you know I always keep my word.” He took a step forward, his thighs now touching the mattress.

“of course not Wolffe,” you gave him a sweet smile, “but I bet I could change your mind.”

“oh?” he raised an eyebrow. “do tell.” He placed his hand on either side of your feet, leaning over the bed

“why don’t you come up here and find out.”

With one swift move Wolffe was on top of you now and you brought your hands to his face pulling him in and kissing him, it was rough and passionate, you really didn’t want to leave and you wanted him to know that, hoping he would see how desperate you were and decide to stay. But after a few moments he pulled back, looking down at you with that damn smirk again, “that was quite convincing.”

Before you could retort anything Wolffe had left from his position on top of you, yanking you up to your feet in the process, “but unfortunately like a said before, I am a man of my word and I already gave it to my brothers, sorry mesh’la but you’ll have to show me your negotiating skills another time, I promise ill make up for it.”

“To be honest Kix I’ve never really done much with my leave time, ya know? I just kinda destress and go out every once in a while.”

“Oh? Well do you have any plans for our first night off then? Me and a couple of the boys are gonna be at 79’s if you’d like to join.”

The mention of 79’s made your heart skip a beat. You hadn’t been back there since you’d found out about Wolffe. “I don’t know Kix,” you sighed, 79’s was a clone bar, and also a favorite hangout spot for the man you had been trying to forget about.

“oh come on, you think Jesse’s a horrible flirt now, just wait till you see him drunk, you’ll be laughing so hard your stomach will be sore in the morning.”

You snorted a laugh in response, Jesse and you were also pretty close, but he was notorious for always trying out stupid pick-up lines on you, he took every opportunity he could to flirt with you, even when he had gotten injured and you were stitching him up, “you look so pretty when your concentrated.” He had said.

But the issue at hand still itched in the back of your mind, what if Wolffe was there? Going back to your holopad, typing up the order you were previously working on to make yourself seem less concerned about your next question you asked him, “the 104th isn’t on leave right now are they?”

“no I don’t think so, why?” Kix had since turned around focusing on organizing medical supplies to help you order.

“Nothing, just, ya know making sure.” You’d told Kix about what happened between you and Wolffe. Just about every clone knew you two were dating, Wolffe always had to make it known you were his. So Obviously everyone was curious as to what had happened.

He turned and looked at you, realizing what you meant, “Oh Kriff, this is your first leave without him isn’t it?”

You nodded, too afraid, after months of finally getting yourself together you didn’t want to revert back to breaking down again.

“Hey listen, if you don’t want to be there I understand. But maybe it would help ya know? We’ll all be wasted you’ll totally forget about him I promise we’ll have a good time.”

It was very convincing, you’d seen the 501stparty and 79’s before, they went hard, unlike Wolffe who was usually more private and reserved. That didn’t mean you two still didn’t have fun in your own way on leave.

Much to your dismay you’d put on a dress and Wolffe had dragged you to 79’s anyways. The second you’d stepped into the place the music and dark lighting consumed you. It was loud tonight. The 501st was celebrating a successful occupy over a separatist world and you could tell. The blue armor was spread throughout the crowd, some at the bar hitting on the women already occupying it, and some on the dance floor.

You wished Wolffe danced more with you, you loved to dance but he only ever accompanied you once, and that was after a drinking competition with Thorne who was hard to beat. He didn’t even remember it in the morning.

Without a second glance to all the men, Wolffe grabbed your wrist and led you back to the booth he always sat at. Instead of the usual commanders, Sinker and Boost sat there awaiting their commanders arrival after being promised a drink with him. You slid into the booth and Wolffe sat right up against you.

He was broad so he took up most of the space, he always presented himself in such a way that he was always there, chest puffed out, shoulders broadened and head held high. When he got situated he spread his legs, taking up more space and knocked his with yours. The two of you practically sat in each other’s lap with how close you were to each other. he placed his hand on your thigh, resting just below the sundress you and reluctantly put on earlier.

It was a last resort to get him to stay in with you. It was his favorite. The first time he saw you in it he’d practically kneeled before you, although you were sure he was just trying to get a peak underneath.

Four shots were already at the table when you two had arrived and Sinker, who was sitting in front of you, had passed one your way while Wolffe grabbed his own downing it without even flinching.

As the night drove on, the men began to become tipsy and Wolffe’s hand grew higher and higher. It was when Boost was at the climax of telling you a story from before you had signed on with them that Wolffe finally breeched your center, rubbing his index finger over the already wet spot in your panties.

You jumped, not expecting him to be so bold as to touch you in front of his men. You turned to look at him but he was looking straight on at Boost, absolutely engrossed in the story he was telling. Without making eye contact he leaned over, giving you a small peck on your temple, while at the same time, he pushed you underwear over to the side and slipped a finger into you.

His face was flushed, from the alcohol or the devious act he was performing you couldn’t tell. It was probably a mix of both. Wolffe rarely showed PDA in public especially in front of him men. So you were practically in shock with what was happening right now.

You went to grab a sip of your drink while he slowly pumped his finger a few times before deciding to add another. You let out a chocking noise.

“Hey you okay?” Sinker seemed concerned at your reaction.

“Yeah, yeah just fine, drink must’ve gone down the wrong piper there” you tried to play it off.

He bought it just fine, resuming the conversation that had started up after Boost’s story. When you turned to look at Wolffe again he was wearing that shit eating grin he often dawned and maker you wanted to wipe it clean off.

When Sinker and Boost were distracted enough, Wolffe leaned into you, “come on now mesh’la, I did say I'd make it up to you, and as I recall we’ve already proved I’m a man of my words.”

“Well I guess a few drinks wouldn’t hurt.” You thought back to all the times you’d seen blue armor on the dance floor and envied the fact you hadn’t been there as well, “but I better get a couple of dances out of you guys”

Kix chuckled, “I can promise you, if you stop by for long enough those men will be fighting over who gets to dance with you next.”

You bellowed out a laugh at that. The thought of Jesse, tup and the rest fighting over you was quite the scenario. “Just comm me what time you boys are gonna be there at.”

He nodded his head in agreement, both of you chatting lightly about other topics as you finished the order.

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The ship had landed a few hours ago, longing for a good night’s sleep you had left the barracks for the stay, packing up your necessities and checking into a hotel a few blocks out of the main traffic for some peace and quiet.

As you were getting ready for your night at 79’s Kix had sent you a comm message, letting you know they were on their way and would be arriving in 10 minutes. All you had left to do was dress yourself. You rummaged through the bag of clothes you had. It wasn’t much, mostly GAR issued scrubs and a few dresses. You heart stopped when you saw the dress though. The one that was always Wolffe’s favorite. You picked it out, holding it up so you could see the whole thing.

Kriff. This dress brought back so many memories. It almost hurt to look at it. if you were being completely honest with yourself though, you did look damn good in it. screw it you thought. Time to make better memories in it.

After you slipped the dress on you hailed an air taxi to 79’s once inside you scanned the bar, looking for the men who were going to take up your evening. You spotted them at the bar ordering drinks and from the looks of it Jesse was already on his shit and flirting with the bartender.

You walked up to them and their heads turned. Jesse let out a whistle, “Damn, look at you! If I didn’t know any better I'd say you were trying to entice me.”

Kix shook his head at that. Putting his face into his palm. Tup who happened to be standing beside Jesse elbowed him to which Jesse frowned at. “Could you not flirt with my favorite medic?” he turned to you, “you look nice by the way, but not in a creepy I want to get with you way like he meant.”

You let out a giggle. You were already having a great time and you hadn’t even been in the building for five minutes. You took a seat at the bar between Kix and Jesse, Tup to the other side of him.

As the night ticked by you happened to get pretty tipsy, never getting truly drunk for fear you couldn’t make it back to your hotel safely. The men held their alcohol well though and although they were drinking twice as much, they were probably the same level intoxicated as you were. You all stayed at the bar, cracking jokes and telling insane stories, often Jesse would flirt with you or the bartender but it wasn’t too much and you both welcomed the light heartedness attention he gave.

An hour in you heard a voice behind you, “Hope I didn’t miss too much.” You swiveled in the bar seat, turning around to be face to face with the captain of the 501st.

“Captain!” Kix exclaimed, “what took you so long?”

“Sorry boys had a few reports I needed to fill out before the night ended.”

“Well, were glad you here now.” You said.

You got up to give the captain a hug. Something you defiantly wouldn’t do sober, but the alcohol had given you a little confidence. Rex looked surprised by the affection but embraced you anyways. He leaned down and you put your chin over his shoulder patting him on the back staying like that for a second.

It was then that you wished you hadn’t hugged Rex, hadn’t drank as much to give you a confidence boost, and hadn’t stepped a foot in this maker forsaken bar again.

He sat there, in the seat he always sat in when he came here. Only this time he wasn’t with any of his troopers or the other commanders. This time he was with another girl. She was a purple Twi'lek and she was drop dead gorgeous. And the dress she was wearing, or lack thereof because of how tiny it was , made you look like you had just picked yours straight out of the garbage. And you couldn’t help but wonder.

Was that her?

“Kriff Wolffe, what the actual Kriff!” you screamed, you didn’t care about the other guests in the hotel, you were so mad you were practically seeing stars.

“I'm sorry mesh’la I'm sorry I'm so so sorry.”

“No. No! don’t you dare call me that right now. I can’t – I don’t even have words for you right now.”

“please, please let me explain,”

You whipped you head around to him, seeing a whole new layer of red. “Explain? What is there to explain Wolffe. You cheated on me then proceeded to not tell me while apparently everyone else knew and I found out through one of your brothers! Isn’t that enough of an explanation.”

You sat down on the bed, head in hands. He kneeled down in front of your feet. Placing his hands atop of your knees. “I'm sorry.” He whispered. You slapped his hands off you, the thought of him touching you after another woman practically revolted you.

“you already said that.”

“I know, and I mean it I am, it was a mistake, I- if I could take it back I would, Maker I- I hate myself for letting it happen.”

“you should hate yourself.”

“I do, I do. Please, tell me what I can do to make this better.”

For a man who was supposed to be well tactical he kept making all the wrong moves.

“Wolffe there is no making this better. What’s done is done and now it's time to move on.” you finally made your decision, after debating back and forth in the air cab on how to react.

“Yes of course let’s move on, it was in the past but I love you Mesh’la I want you that’s all.”

Kriff that’s not what you meant. “No Wolffe, I mean I’m moving on. from you. I- I can’t continue to be with someone who has done what you’ve done. It's- it's not fair to me.”

By this point tears were strolling down your face. You turned your head to wipe them, not wanting him to see how much he had broke you. “no, no please I- I love you please we can fix this we can work this out please just stay I- I need you.”

“I love you too Wolffe, but there is no fixing this. I loved you so much that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, I gave you everything thing, I gave you all of me and you took that and you stomped on it, you might as well of placed my heart in a dumpster and set it on fire.”

He put his head in your lap. A single tear rolling down his face. “please, please don’t go, I'm so sorry.”

“I know Wolffe. But I can’t accept your apology.”

Your head was pounding. He wasn’t supposed to be on Coruscant right now. Kix had said so himself. You pulled back from Rex. He placed his hands on your shoulders his face blocking the view of him. He smiled warmly but his expression quickly changed when he saw yours.

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost�� he joked.

But you facial expression didn’t lighten, in fact it only got worse. With every waking second, every harsh beat of whatever hit song was playing over the speakers you drew yourself inwards more and more.

“hey hey what wrong?” Kix had left his seat at the bar quickly coming to your side. Him and Rex both dawned a look of concern.

“You said he wouldn’t be here.” You turned to Kix, channeling you emotions onto him.

He looked confused at first, but the realization hit him and he turned his head to look over Rex’s shoulder. Rex followed his line of vision and they both saw him. Sitting there in the booth, while the woman clung to him, practically in his lap.

She was kissing his neck, which honestly surprised you, Wolffe was never one for public displays of affection. Or maybe that was just with you. Because he seemed to be enjoying this.

Rex turned around to face you again, a look of panic and empathy on his face, “Kriff I'm so sorry I- he was on a solo mission with General Koon and they’re stationed here for the night so I told him I’d be here. I'm so sorry, it was an honest mistake.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard that from a man in this room.

You felt like the whole room was spinning, be that the alcohol or the nervousness and upset that came with seeing him again you weren’t sure. All the men you had come here with were suddenly surrounding you with sympathetic looks and it felt like someone had placed a spotlight on you and you just wanted it to go away.

This night was meant to help you forget him, be happy and have fun with your new assigned battalion. Kriff was the so much to ask for!

“hey hey come on now,” Jesse finally broke the silence, “forget about him! If I remember correctly I promised you a dance earlier?”

This made you finally break out of your trance. You needed a distraction, and had been waiting for someone to dance with all night.

“actually I would love to Jesse.”

“right this way then”

He held out his hand for you and took you to the dance floor. The song that was playing was loud and upbeat, you and Jesse moved together to the beat, it was fun and you really enjoyed it, when the beat of the song dropped everyone on the dance floor was jumping to it, you and Jesse did the same

When the song stopped, you were practically out of breath, you let out a laugh of relief, actually feeling a little better. You looked up are Jesse and he was smiling at you.

“Feeling better, huh?” he asked.

“A little, thank you.”

A few second later another song had come on. This time it was more slow, the partners on the dance floor started to grab each other.

Jesse grabbed your waist. “Come on huh? let’s give that son of a blaster something to look at, plus this might be the only time I get to be this close to you, despite my attempts” he smirked at you.

You nodded your head, letting out a giggle at his lame excuse to flirt with you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you in closer, your chest practically touching his. And finally you both started to sway to the beat.

A few seconds in Jesse started rubbing his thumbs on your hips, trying to calm your nerves, and it worked. Caught up in the music you started to lightly grind your hips into his, although it was soft guarded by his armor, he still took notice to it. smirking at you and grinding in time with you. His hands started to rise, growing closer and closer to under your breasts, but never reaching, knowing he would be crossing a line, and although Jesse was a flirt, his last intention was to make anyone uncomfortable.

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. You could feel his breathe on your skin, and his nose rubbing up and down. He placed a soft his on your shoulder and the next thing you knew you were being turned around. His hand were back on your waits, but his cheat was now pressed up against your back. He gave you a harsh grind into your ass and you gasped. His arms now wrapping around you, pulling you impossibly tight into him. His head resumed its spot into your neck.

“is this okay,” he whispered into your ear.

“yeah.” You breathed. He kissed you neck this time. but it was just one short one, it was slow, and hot, you closed your eyes. he placed them all the way up your neck, all the way up to your jaw. All the way close to your mouth, and he whispered again, is this okay.

You nodded your head, eyes still closed and you turned you head towards him a little encouraging him. And his lips met yours.

You hadn’t kissed very many people. Wolffe giving you the majority of your experience. and although they were clones, they felt completely different. When Wolffe used to kiss you he practically stole your breath, he put everything he had into kissing you, and it was almost always hot and it made your insides flip, no matter how many times he kissed you, you always felt dizzy and perfectly happy, like his kissed could cure any problemed you had. To say Jesse was a bad kisser would be a lie, it was a good kiss, but it almost made you feel the opposite, all you could think about was Wolffe.

And when the song ended and you opened your eyes you were facing him again. Him. And he was sitting there with his lounge practically down the woman’s throat. And it hurt, hurt to know that he didn’t even acknowledge you. Hadn’t even cared that the person he once begged to stay with was with someone else now. Even though you weren’t actually. It hurt that he used to kiss you like that and now he was kissing someone else like that.

you weren’t sure if it was the beginning of the next song, or if your head was going fuzzy, but all you could hear was ringing in your ears. Jesse had unwrapped his hands from around you and the moment he did you sprang towards the doors of 79’s.

you heard the faint sounds of Jesse, rex and Kix calling out for you but you couldn’t be bothered to hear what any of them had to say. You left the building and walked a few blocks. Finally coming across an empty alley. You pressed you back against the cool metal of the building you were beside and let out a breathe. The air was cool and crisp against your skin, but it felt good.

After all the time you spent forgetting about him you were practically back at square one. And it pissed you off. How dare he have this effect on you.

You let out a sigh, gathering your emotions. And when you finally felt calm enough you went to comm Kix, letting him know you’d be going back to your hotel for the rest of the night, but you were interrupted.

“Mesh’la.”

ending notes: soooo, im not sure if im gonna do another part on this or not, i have some ideas for other fics but im kinda cramped on time at the moment so we shall see.

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Don’t Disturb The Witch!

This story is a request from my friend @swapsrus​. If you have a story idea you’d like me to write, feel free to send it in here!

It was a Friday night, so despite the late hours, Ethan and his roommate Seb were having a fun time. Despite not seeming like the typical party-goers, they both enjoyed having fun at night and getting a little rowdy. Even during a pandemic and not having others to help peer pressure them into letting loose, the roommates both kept the same intensity with their private parties.

Despite multiple complaints from neighbors, the landlord refused to scold their favorite tenants and the boys had a slight cockiness because of that. At a certain point, a certain neighbor had finally had enough with her inability to sleep due to the ruckus a floor beneath her. If no one was going to teach them a lesson about being courteous neighbors, she was determined to do it herself.

Because of this, the older woman hobbled down a flight of stairs and furiously knocked on the door. As the boys opened the door, the lady began to immediately hurl obscenities their way. “Do you know what hour it is? Some people here want to sleep!” her shrill voice shouted at the boys. However, despite their normally shy and reserved personality, the boys were in a different state of mind. The concept of liquid courage applied to the boys as they firmly stood their ground and yelled right back at the woman. “Lady, we’re just trying to make the best out of a shit situation. It’s a pandemic and we’re all lonely. Let us have our fun and mind your own business” the ginger-haired Ethan firmly stated as the brown-haired Seb made the message by slamming the door in the woman’s face.

At this point, it was no surprise that the woman soon began to grow furious and her plans of a simple case of revenge were thrown out of the window. She gestured her hand towards the door as it blew back open in an act of obedience. “Well boys, if you’re not going to do things the easy way and comply, I’ll make life quite harder for the both of you. Tomorrow, your eternal punishment will begin for real. No matter how hard you beg for forgiveness, just know that you will never be able to change my mind. Enjoy tonight, because tomorrow will be the start of something brand new for the both of you!” She screamed in rage as she paced up the stairs. Before the boys could look out further at the seemingly crazy woman, the door then slammed shut in a strange gust of wind.

“Dude, what’s her problem?” Ethan said, his facial expressions displaying a mix of confusion and humor at the situation. “I don’t know man, who cares really?” Seb responded, walking over to the stereo system and turning up the blaring music and beginning to immediately dance. Despite a wandering glance back at the front door, Ethan eventually grew susceptible to his friend’s rambunctious behavior and soon joined him as their two-person party resumed.

The next morning, the boys were happy to find that somehow some curse had not befallen them overnight. As a result, they soon went on their ways to go enjoy their days. As Ethan headed out to enjoy the day and go skateboarding, Seb remained home as he prepared for a job interview. After being laid off from his job due to the severity of the pandemic, Seb had grown to enjoy the time off to focus on enjoying life. However, as the bills began to pile up, he knew that he had to get back out there to provide for rent and food. As a result, Seb spent extra time grooming himself to make sure he was perfectly presented before he headed out. 

While Seb was doing this, Ethan was enjoying a day off to just relax and destress. As Ethan skateboarded down the avenues, a smile spread across his face as he felt so truly calmed and relaxed with the wind blowing against his face. However, his feelings of relaxation soon hit a brick wall as a sense of panic spread throughout the man’s body. Stopping and leaning against the side of a building, Ethan gripped his chest and attempted to catch his breath. Despite his attempts, he could feel himself growing weaker and weaker. It was as if his chest was being pounded endlessly with a plastic bag wrapped around his head. Due to this, it didn’t take long before the man fell completely unconscious and crashed onto the busy sidewalk.

In the bathroom, the same sensation was spreading through Seb’s body. Luckily for himself, he was able to steady himself against the shower and toilet as he slowly fell down to the ground in a lifeless heap. As they both entered a state of unconsciousness, the men’s last thoughts were praying that the woman had not somehow fatally poisoned them.

As Ethan woke up, he groaned in discomfort as he found himself wedged between a toilet and a shower. “Wha… what the fuck?” the man groggily declared as he sat up. Upon getting upright, his head tilts in confusion as he hears a voice that doesn’t belong to him come out of his mouth. While leaning on the toilet lid, Ethan slowly stands up despite his wobbly legs and comes face to face to his bathroom mirror. However, instead of seeing his ginger-haired face reflected back at him, he sees the face of his roommate Seb. “Jesus Christ, what the hell!” Ethan cried out, his eyes wide and mouth agape at the sight of what’s going on. 

While looking in the mirror, he slowly began to realize that this must have been the result of the woman's promise of revenge. However, as he stared in the reflection of his roommate, he felt himself slowly growing turned on by his new reality. Despite the woman’s idea of revenge, Ethan wasn’t necessarily upset by what was going on. As a man who had a long-time fascination with body swap media, he was quite allured by the fact that it had actually happened to him. This was the stuff of fantastical stories, not real life! 

Feeling like he needed to memorize this moment, Ethan quickly pulled out the phone from Seb’s pants and quickly snapped some photos to celebrate.

When Seb returned to a state of consciousness, he groaned in pain as a series of gasping and cries rang out around him. Despite the obvious confusion of the loud noises, the immediate feeling of a burning sensation against his face left Seb searching to save himself from further pain. Sitting up, he looked down and found himself lying against a hot sidewalk. “Wha… what’s going on here?” Seb said, groaned as his hands ran across his sore chin and cheeks. As he looked up from the sidewalk, he jumped in shock as he found himself surrounded by a sea of people. “What happened? Where am I?” he said, growing more and more confused by what was going on. 

Seeing the look of pure panic and confusion on his face, a middle-aged woman came up and started speaking to him. “I don’t know what happened dear, but you collapsed suddenly when you were leaning against this building. I saw it happen from across the street, so I rushed over here to try and help.” Upon finishing her statement, the smiling woman offered her hand to Seb, which he graciously took. “What accident though? I was just in my bathroom…” he responded as he was pulled up to a standing position. However, as he was pulled up, his eyes encountered a mirrored surface that left him even more confused. 

Upon standing, Seb hunched over and looked back down to catch the vision that was shown to him on the surface of the mirror. As he leaned down, he gasped in shock and cried out in shock as he came face to face with the body of his roommate Ethan. “What the FUCK!” Seb cried out in shock. “Why am I in Ethan’s body?” he continued as he rambled out loud. The lady attempted to calm him down, but he continued to scream out in shock. “My name is Seb, this isn’t right! What’s going on!” He said as he grew more and more overwhelmed by what was going on. Despite having to deal with the pain coursing through his body from some sort of fall, Seb also had to cope with the fact that he was no longer in the comfort of his own body anymore. 

Now completely overwhelmed and unable to have any assistance from the seemingly helpful bystanders, Seb sprinted off back to his apartment. As he ran, he could only hope that his real body was still in the apartment. With his pace quickening still, his mind ran rampant about how this happened to him. It only took a few moments before the man remembered the woman’s promise of revenge. Luckily for him, both of his concerns were at the same location, so he hoped that he could get a clearer idea about what’s going on to him and his roommate…

With the combination of the blistering heat and his anxiety, Seb arrived back to the apartment completely drenched in sweat. He so desperately wished that he could wake up from this nightmare, but it was clear that this was his new reality. Bounding up the stairs and rushing towards the apartment, Seb burst through the door and frantically called out for Ethan. However, to his surprise, the apartment was completely empty. Looking around in both fear and shock, Seb was able to eventually stumble upon a note sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Hey Seb,

I don’t know what happened, but we’ve somehow swapped bodies. Despite this life-changing shock, I remembered that you had your interview today. I’ve headed out to do this interview for you, but I’ll be back ASAP afterwards. 

Talk to you soon,

Ethan”

After reading the note, Seb grew anxious about the fact that his best friend was pretending to be him and doing his job interview for him. Despite this anxiety, he did have to appreciate the fact that his friend remembered that since he completely forgot after the shock of the swap. At least Ethan was trying to act like business as usual, that was a sort of relief for the still-anxious Seb. 

With no one here to talk to, Seb grew determined to go get some answers from the lady upstairs. As he stood on the doorstep of the woman’s apartment, he angrily knocked on the door. Determined to get answers, the knocking persisted until he found the door slightly crack open. Annoyed by the woman’s inability to answer the door, Seb took the cracked door as an opportunity to get answers and pushed into the apartment. Walking around, the sight before him screamed old cat lady. With a bunch of felines walking around the cluttered apartment, Seb’s face contorted into an uneasy expression as he pushed further into the apartment. “Hey lady, are you in here?” Seb stated, groaning as he took a misstep and his foot dropped into an open litter box. 

After searching through every single room, he eventually stumbled upon the master bedroom, which he cautiously opened. Looking into the room, he saw the woman turned away from him and laying in bed. Despite knowing that the lady was sleeping, Seb noisily continued to try and get the woman’s attention. “Hey! Wake up lady! What the hell did you do to us?” he said, step-by-step getting closer to the unconscious woman. As he walked around to her side of the bed, Seb’s face of anger soon turned into a look of shock. The woman was laying completely motionless with her mouth agape, indicating to Seb that she had long passed away. “Holy shit!” Seb gasped running over to the lady and grabbing her wrist to search for a pulse. Upon grabbing the lady’s wrist, a loud thud echoed across the room. Looking down, Seb caught sight of a large leather-bound book that had crashed onto the ground. It appeared to Seb that the woman had died while holding this book, which was still laying open and facedown on the ground.

Verifying that the woman had no pulse and was indeed dead, Seb rushed out of the apartment and called an ambulance. But, on his way back, he quickly grabbed onto the book and placed it into his bedroom. Knowing that the woman died seemingly after cursing them, he had hoped that this book could provide some sort of answer as to how to get their bodies back.

By the time that Ethan returned home from the home interview, he passed the body bag being brought down the stairs. Upon entering his apartment, Ethan caught sight of Seb, eyes wide in shock and unsure of what to do. “Dude, what happened here? Who died?” Ethan said, breaking Seb out of his wide-eyed state of shock. “The lady upstairs… the one that did this to us…” Seb stated, his voice low and emotionless as the words hit the realization on his head once more. “No shit? How the hell are we going to swap back then?” Ethan said, himself growing alarmed at the implications of this revelation. “I don’t know.. But I’m going to find a way to swap us back.” Seb calmly responded, which ended with him looking up to his friend and watching his old body looking down to him. “How did the interview go then?” Seb continued, trying to fuel the conversation elsewhere. “Oh, it went good. I think they’re gonna offer the job to me… well you.” Ethan said, smiling to try and cheer up his friend. 

“Well, what do we do now then?” Seb said in curiosity. “Are we just supposed to act like nothing has happened? No offense, but I don’t want to be you…” he continued, looking to his friend for any sort of guidance. Ethan was usually quite calm during stressful situations, so Seb was eager for him to help calm him down. After taking a breath, Ethan began to speak. “Well, we’re going to be each other for the foreseeable future, so I suppose we’re just supposed to try and live life as best we can as each other. You’ll do my job, hang out with my friends, and I’ll do the same for you. That’s really the best we can do for the time being…”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right… I just… I need to be alone right now.” Seb stated as he got up from his chair and began to move towards his bedroom. As he closed the door behind him, Ethan was left in the apartment alone and unsure of what to do. The job interview was a success, so he figured he might as well celebrate. After grabbing a snack, he headed into his bedroom and locked the door behind him. Curious about exploring his new body in depth, Ethan began to undress and watched as Seb’s body was revealed in complete nudity. Falling back into his bed, it didn’t take long before Ethan was jerking off and getting turned on by the fact that he’s now his best friend.

While Ethan was enjoying the added benefit of being in his best friend’s body, Seb’s mind didn’t go immediately to the sexual implications. After falling into the bed, Seb reached under the bed and pulled out the leather-bound book from the lady’s apartment. Opening up the book, he was greeted to the sight of some strange language that he couldn’t recognize. Immediately, Seb sat up and brought his laptop over to the bed. Opening up various translation websites, he meticulously typed out the lettering that he saw to the best of his ability to try and figure out what this book was. Hopefully, after finding out what this book was and what language it was in, Seb could understand the various pages and find a way to reverse the curse...

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A month later, both men have undergone different reactions to being in their new bodies. To Seb’s annoyance, Ethan has been able to excel as his best friend. A week after the swap, he soon received a phone call from the place he interviewed for, informing him that he got the job. Upon starting the new job, Seb had been seeing less and less of his best friend due to the fact that Ethan had grown quite popular. Almost every night, he would go out with his new work colleagues and live life to the fullest. As he jerked off every night, Ethan had begun to grow quite comfortable in his new body. In fact, with a life this good, Ethan wasn’t so sure that he’d want to swap back if the opportunity ever presented itself.

Of course, Seb was happy that his friend was happy, but he was upset that it was at the expense of his old life. Due to his uncomfortableness with being in Ethan’s body, Seb preferred to stay at home and just spend every day researching the book. Despite all of Ethan’s friends texting him and wanting to hang out, Seb just ignored them and focused on the mission at hand. He didn’t want to waste a moment or grow too comfortable in this body where he could forget about getting his old life back. 

Speaking of the book, Seb’s journey to discover the roots of the book had led him to discover a language that was long thought to have been a dead language. However, based on the book, it was clear that someone was still speaking it. Despite his best efforts, he was only able to translate a few words of the book due to the rarity of the language. Although he personally didn’t think his best friend was unattractive, Seb was still eager to get his body back and defeat this curse. 

Heading out to go get some food, Seb walked into the kitchen, where he was greeted to the sight of his best friend walking around shirtless in Seb’s real body. “Oh, hey man. How are you doing?” Ethan said, casually walking around with a newfound confidence in his new body. “Hey man, what did we talk about with you going around shirtless? It’s super uncomfortable watching you just parade around in my body…” Seb said with annoyance. “Sorry dude, but I’m about to go out for a run away. I just was going to get a snack. What do you have planned for today?” Ethan responded as he bit into an apple sitting on the counter.

“Oh, I found someone who is apparently an expert in that language used in that book I told you about. I’m hoping that it can help swap us back actually, but we’ll see how it goes…” Seb coldly responded. He was obviously hyped, but he was cautiously optimistic due to the fact that he didn’t want to encounter another roadblock. The man he was talking to said that he knew all about the language and was wanting to help fix his issue, which was a relief to the anxious body-swappee.

Heading back into the room, Seb began to get ready for the meeting. After awkwardly showering while trying to avoid looking down at his body, Seb quickly dried off and got dressed into a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt. Grabbing a bag, he delicately placed the ancient book into it and zipped the bag shut. Despite his cautious optimism, Seb began to grow quite excited to get this situation fixed once and for all. Heading out of the room, Seb found that Ethan was nowhere to be found and quickly put his shoes on and headed towards the bus stop.

After Seb left to get ready, Ethan headed out the door to begin his run. Despite his intentions of going for a run, Ethan soon found himself delayed as he came across several residents in the apartment complex. After the swap, Ethan had found himself growing quite flirtatious with the other residents that he had previously crushed on. With a body he was now confident in, Ethan was able to successfully woo several potential suitors. Of course, once Seb found out about this, he scolded his friend for using his body to hookup with people. But, Ethan paid no mind to his friend as he began to view his new body more and more as his rightful body. 

Due to this, Ethan began to grow quite worried about the concept of the book being able to swap them back. As he began to head for his run, Ethan turned back and looked back as his former body began to pace towards the bus stop. Despite his best intentions of going for that run, Ethan decided to skip the run and track his friend. If this meeting ends up happening, Ethan wanted to be there to try and stop the swap before he was sent back into his original body. So, as the bus sped off, Ethan opened up his phone and the Find My Friends app and watched to see where his friend went. If he’s not back within 30 minutes, Ethan made up his mind to go investigate and stop the potential swap from occurring again.

As the anxious man desperately held onto the book, he was completely unaware of the bad intentions that were swirling around him. Unknown to him, his best friend was completely dead set on keeping Seb’s real body for himself. While Seb was uncomfortable with his new body, Ethan was able to flourish with his new one. It was understandable why he would want to keep his body, but it was still a scary thought that Seb had once dreamt about one too many times. However, Seb had blind faith in his friend and assumed that he wouldn’t do anything to harm him or their friendship.

But unfortunately for Seb, Ethan wasn’t the only character around with bad intentions. In fact, the man that Seb was currently travelling to see had some devilish intentions with the book as well. The man had spent his entire life mastering ancient languages that were long thought to be dead. As a man in his late 60s, he had a great career as a professor that allowed him to travel across the world and get firsthand learning about these languages and searching for books of magic. So, when the man discovered Seb’s post about transcribing a book in an unknown language, he was eager to see if it was the book he had been so desperately looking for. Upon realizing the language that the book was written in, he was happy to see that he could perfectly comprehend the pages that Seb sent him. To his glee, the man was able to understand that the book was an ancient book of spells that all involved body modification of different kinds.

With his plan of gaining magical abilities now within arms’ reach, the man grew increasingly excited about his meeting with the young man. Due to his older age, the man theorized about using some of these spells once he got his hands on the book. Swapping into the young man who gave him the book seemed like a great start. With this book though, he’d be able to be immortal and master all of the magic contained within these pages. All of that was great for the man, but the concept of getting another chance at adulthood was truly sweetening the deal for the wicked old man...

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